Back to the roads, count upto one!!

A eight month sabbatical,
the dust had settled
the rust had set,
it was waking from the hibernation,
receiving the same adulation.
its voice wakes you with a startle,
the ride through the winds gives you a high.
this exhilarating experience is second to none.
Back to the roads, count upto one!

He rode the country
he lived his dream
this was his companion
in land unforeseen.
The memoirs are bigger
than any living chronicle
A method in madness
Of gumption and perseverance shown.
Back to the roads, count upto one!

My hero met his hero,
a smile marked the face ,
mischief in the eyes
happiness in a daze.
He took the seat
and let the moment sink in
he was back where he belonged.
He rode into the horizon.
Back to the roads, count upto one!

This was a fable of a few minutes
but will last a life time
Many reunions i will see
But none like this one!
An ode to my Hero and his Hero;
Back to the roads, count upto one!!